Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

decades of holiday pies.

The box felt heavier with every item I added, my shoulders aching under the weight. “Are you going to watch me pack everything, Clara?”

“I want to make sure only your personal items leave this kitchen,” she said, her voice cool and detached.

I lifted the cardboard box, the corners digging into my ribs as I carried continue reading …